Modern day slavery is a growing
problem and tragedy. It‘s an enormous
shame on the human race. Estimates of
the number of slaves in the world today range from 10 to 30 million; the ILO
put a minimum estimate of 12.3m in a 2005 report. Kevin Bales, a sociologist consulting for the
UN estimated the number was 27m in his 1999 book Disposable People: New Slavery
in the Global Economy. Siddharth Kara, a
fellow on trafficking at Harvard calculated the range between 24 and 32m as of
2006. Two problems with estimating
modern day slavery are that the people being counted are, by definition, hidden
and that there isn’t a common definition as to what slavery is.
Nevertheless, the UN Office on
Drugs and Crime estimated that human trafficking to be the third largest international
crime industry as of July 2011, behind illegal drugs and arms trafficking. Modern slavery is believed to generate
profits of $32billion annually, $15.5bn of that made in industrialised
countries. According to the UN, in 54%
of human trafficking cases, the recruiter is a stranger to the victim; in 46%,
the recruiter was known to the victim.
According to the US State Dept, as of 2007, between 600,000 and 800,000
people were trafficked across international borders; of that number more than
70% were female and half were children.
A 2009 UN report found that around 20% of all trafficking victims are
children.
The average price of a slave has
declined during the past 200 year, according to Kevin Bales. In 1809 the
average price of a slave was $40,000 adjusted to today’s prices. In 2009, the average price of a slave was
$90.
Modern day slavery is one of the
more blatant manifestations of our inner problem. It has called to mind a poem I read a few
years ago by Steve Turner and an excellent interpretation of this by Steven
Garber from the CS Lewis Institute:
‘My love,
she said
that when all’s
considered
we’re only machines.
I chained
her to my
bedroom wall
for future use
and she cried.’
‘Simply believing something to
be true does not make it true; that was the gist
of Turner’s poem. If I believe that I am a machine,
treating myself and others as a machine, then it
still does not change the reality that I am in fact a
human being with longings and yearnings to know
and be known, to love and be loved, to touch
and be touched. If I am treated like a machine,
then for awhile, maybe, I will act like a
machine, but eventually I will cry—because I really am a
human being, after all, and I want to be treated
like a human being ought to be treated.’[1]
For further information see
Tearfund, UN Gift (Global Initiative to Fight Human Trafficking), CNN FreedomProject and UKHTC.
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